Published:
4 Feb 2016
Wild moment: Bryan Johnston
A poem written as a teenager some 50 years ago!
Away from crowds on moorlands free
the wind is strong and carries far
our childlike laughter.
And this is where I dream I am
when winter crowds in all around
to make us shiver.
Just two short weeks in one long year
is all I need to carry me
through tiresome winter.
And yet I could not live for long
away from crowds (on moorlands free)
for they’re a part of me.
